You were currently in the shadow dojo, Macaque's dojo, as you idly chatted with him.

Macaque's tail swayed boredly as he watched you talk. "Plum, c'mere so i can shower you in affection. No is not an option." He smirked with a chuckle and teasing tone, calling you by a nickname he often used.

Macaque's glamour was currently off, so his usually black hair had white splotches, he had purple eyes, six ears, and a large scar over one of his eyes.